C1187 Wumo's Conspiracy

Although he did not know what the Seal in Yin Tiansheng's hand was used for, Ming Jiutian knew that it was definitely not a good thing. Thinking of this, he hurriedly leaned towards the back of the cage.

"I'm warning you not to do anything rash …" At this moment, Ming Jiutian was like a frightened rabbit.

"Humph …"

Yin Tiansheng only heard a cold snort